Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Chapter 72

After closing the door to the room, I clenched my fists in anger, tears beginning to fall, but I didn't want to wipe them away. It felt like the whole world had turned its back on me, and I was left to battle it all alone.

All my anger and frustration were directed at Enzo; it was his presence that had caused all of this. If it weren't for him, Rollo wouldn't have distanced himself from me like this, let alone stand up to defend him in front of me.

But this wasn't the first time I had grown to despise him. He had done similar things with Min before. Enzo knew how to manipulate my children into siding with him, while I felt powerless, just standing by and watching, unable to do anything.

Because of this, I skipped dinner, turned off the lights, and lay on my bed contemplating. Perhaps due to exhaustion and excessive thinking, I eventually drifted off without realizing it. It wasn't until I felt my whole body being pressed down by something extremely uncomfortable and heavy that I snapped awake.

In the darkness, I instinctively reached out for what I thought was a large object. But what followed made me immediately alert.

The man beside me, with his warm breath and a hoarse, deep voice, leaned in close to my ear. "Darling, stay still."

Though his voice was hoarse and deep, I shivered and felt a chill run down my spine. This man had taken advantage of my deep sleep and lack of awareness to enter my bedroom, and now he was lying next to me.

Enzo's sudden appearance, like a ghost, had caught me off guard and filled me with terror. I leaped out of bed, my gaze wild and panicked, but because the room was so dark, I couldn't see his expression clearly at that moment.

I breathed heavily and asked, " Who permitted you to come in here? Get out right now!"

Enzo seemed to anticipate my reaction. He sat up calmly, not leaving the bed but only laughing as he looked at me.

"Why are you suddenly so agitated, as if a married couple needs permission to sleep together? You're quite strange, my dear." Enzo spoke with a laugh as if his words were self-evident. But to me, his words felt like he was playing with me as if I were a toy.

I turned on the light, flooding the room with brightness, and now we could both see each other's expressions. I was in a state of panic and sweating profusely, while he remained composed, wearing a delighted smile and a mocking look in his eyes as he stared at me.

The atmosphere in the room became tense, whether it was my own perception or not. The closer I was to this man, the more I felt a sense of danger, as if he could kill me at any moment. How could I stay calm facing someone who made me so fearful?

"First, I won't ask you why you entered my room. Now, please leave," I said calmly, rubbing my forehead. I had assumed he would leave after having dinner with Rollo, so I had planned to take a short rest, but I hadn't expected him to intrude.

Contrary to my intentions, Enzo seemed undeterred. He was still lying on the bed, not bothering to put on any clothes, deliberately exposing his bare body in front of me.

"No problem, feel free to ask if you want. I'm ready to answer," Enzo shrugged and said, his unnerving calmness infuriating me to the point where I wanted to rush at him in anger. But if I did, I would be the one at a disadvantage.

My anger wasn't simply because Enzo was too audacious, but because he always knew how to push me into a weaker position, not giving me a clear opportunity to refute him. All I could do in situations like this was to vent, shout, and express my anger.

"So, what do you want now? Do you plan to cling to me like a leech, time after time? Are you a leech? What if the whole world knows you're a shameless, vile, and despicable person? A supposedly amazing man, wealthy and powerful, is nothing more than a wretched individual who resorts to lowly tactics to threaten and harm others," I crossed my arms, staring coldly at the man in front of me. Enzo was a powerful and wealthy man, the center of attention, and media scrutiny was terrifying. Any incorrect information about Enzo could immediately impact his company and himself.

But for me, it was quite the opposite. Besides my children, I had nothing valuable to lose. My words to Enzo were utterly meaningless. Perhaps he had grown too accustomed to my indifference over time, which was why he didn't even bother to get angry now when I intended to drive him away.

I mentioned the media to let Enzo know that I could make everyone aware of his despicable and reprehensible nature. Just as I had thought, Enzo no longer appeared calm and cheerful; he just stared at me for a long time.

Seeing that Enzo had no intention of speaking up, I continued.

"Do you still think I was Flora in the past? A wife who loved you so much that she forgot herself, lived for you, worked for you, only aimed to please you, and would die without you? Do you still believe that I don't know how to resist the things you do, that I'm weak and inferior? Do you still think I should feel honored to have a wealthy and powerful husband like you? Do you think I would die without you? Do you think I still love you and act like a faithful dog always waiting for your commands?" I nearly screamed, my eyes filled with hatred as I looked at the man in front of me.

In my head, like a vivid film reel, I could clearly replay the time I spent with Enzo. How much humiliation and madness had I endured? What had my daughter gone through? How had the warm and loving marriage I had always dreamed of turned into such a nightmare?

I just wanted to live a peaceful and relaxed life, living for myself and for my children. My life was so much better without the presence of this man named Enzo Robert. But why did he cling to me like a ghost that wouldn't let go?

I wondered if Enzo enjoyed seeing me in pain. He couldn't have what he wanted, so he doesn't want me to live peacefully?

The more I thought about what this man had done to me, the more I truly wanted to kill him, but that was a thought I didn't vocalize. Not because I was afraid of Enzo, but what if my two children found out that their mother wanted to kill their father?

My eyes were now reddened from excessive excitement, and my entire body trembled with anger and rage. My throat started to ache and feel dry from shouting so loudly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Enzo approached me step by step, wanting to reach out to me, but I recoiled in disgust.

"Enzo, do you also think that I should feel honored to be married to you? Why does everyone think that when I don't need any of those things?" At this moment, I remembered the conversation with Ron's mother at the restaurant today, thinking about how that older woman had belittled and humiliated me, not making me angry, but rather weary and helpless.

Although I tried to avoid Enzo's hand, he quickly caught me and stared intensely at me, his gaze as if he wanted to peer into my soul and penetrate my thoughts.

"Flo, did that woman say something that made you misunderstand? What did she say that made you uncomfortable and angry? Just tell me, and I'll ''take care of" her and her entire family." Enzo spoke very gently, but each word carried a terrible and cruel meaning. In an instant, I stared at him, realizing that a normal person couldn't say such things.

And how did he know I had talked to an older woman? "Are you following me?" I raised an eyebrow, now I could see that Enzo was no longer a normal person.

Enzo seemed to know he had slipped up, but he didn't try to hide it and calmly replied, "You can't call it following. I'm your husband, and as your husband, I have the right to know where you are."

"You are my ex-husband, and you are invading my privacy. Are you crazy, or are you just so idle that you have to stalk me as a pastime?" I was furious and wanted to push him away, but his strength was overpowering, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free. The more I resisted, the tighter he gripped my arm, forcing me to relent.

Enzo suddenly smirked, a sinister glint in his eyes, and I sensed danger in his gaze. "So it's her, my dear. I'll deal with her soon enough."

But I didn't understand his intentions. I asked, "What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'deal with her'?"

Then Enzo released me and left the room, still wearing that sly smile and those dangerous eyes. I was bewildered by his actions and words, unable to comprehend their meaning.

"What's wrong with him?"

I saw Enzo making a phone call, speaking in cryptic and unclear terms that only fueled my curiosity. I approached to listen, but he hung up just as I got close, looking quite pleased to see me.

Enzo came closer, gently caressing my face with his hand, gazing at me with affection and tenderness. "My love, don't worry about what that woman said. Her words are nonsense and meaningless. She'll pay for hurting my beloved wife soon."

I furrowed my brow, not understanding what he was saying. It was true that the words of that older woman had hurt me, and recalling them had stirred up emotions as I stood before Enzo. "Hey, what are you planning to do to her? I don't understand what you want to do, but please don't engage in any meaningless antics."

Enzo dressed and took his coat, preparing to leave, and before he did, he twisted his smile and looked at me. "Goodnight, my love."

As the door closed, I couldn't believe that Enzo had left on his own accord. I had tried to get rid of him many times before, but he had never budged. I didn't know what had changed his mind, but whatever it was, I finally found peace and was able to sleep soundly.